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no one sees what they saw anymore.
hello, I have moved.
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Saturday, August 12, 2006
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okay here's the tragedy:
i was out w germaine, erwin & ibrahim also called brem t this fucked up cheena pub at joo chiat.
if it wasn't 'cuz of her friend's friend, we werent end up there.
the pub was reeked w smoke, music so 1990s, behaviour so decadent, drinks so paris hilton & fucking whores grinding old men. somehow i felt hurt. don't ask me why.
random thoughts struck me as if i were hit by a cricket bat under such dazzling yet cheerless lights, endless karaoke-singing, custom-made faces waiting t be buried in the dark. e intoxicated lives that are serrated, so easily torn from the core. i was choked by the smoke from those coffin nails they doped, yet im fascinated by such great debauchery. we were laughing, cursing, screaming & joking e night away. but we weren't boozing the night away. it's good t have friends around.
i was laughing at e way brem got his darn finger burnt & likewise,
i was laughing at e way germaine wore her shades in e dark t try e effects,
i was laughing at e way erwin's nonsensical remarks.
then i met baby. i missed him so much.
i love you.
im tired. i'll be seeing my girls & all tomorrow.
so yeah, good night everyone.
sweet dreams.
2:04 AM
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